Skilled Mariner, And Counted Sane And Wise, That Was A Curious Thing Which Chanced To Me, So Good A Sailor On So Fair A Sea. With Favouring Winds And Blue Unshadowed Skies, Led By The Faithful Beacon Of Love'S Eyes, Past Reef And Shoal, My Life-Boat Bounded Free And Fearless Of All Changes That Might Be Under Calm Waves, Where Many A Sunk Rock Lies. A Golden Dawn; Yet Suddenly My Barque Strained At The Sails, As In A Cyclone'S Blast; And Battled With An Unseen Current'S Force, For We Had Entered When The Night Was Dark That Old Tempestuous Gulf Stream Of The Past. But For Love'S Eyes, I Had Not Kept The Course.